The sword's light unsheathed in an instant, its brilliance and ringing sound illuminating the startled faces of the three grandmasters as they abruptly turned around.
Wudong's feeling at that time fell intact upon Pei Ye, and even more so. For when Pei Ye turned his head to look at the "Forbearing Roll", the warm, throbbing neck of his was but two feet away from the "Soul Snatching Scroll".
To retrieve the scroll and casually beheading him, it was not a difficult task.
His nape hair prickled like sharp needles, Pei Ye already swung the sword in front of him, abruptly moving to retreat between the three.
Sui Zaihua reacted the fastest by reaching out.
Even faster than Pei Ye, the entire space suddenly seemed like a mirror that tilted, appearing as if it were formed from crystal shards. Pei Ye, with his back turned, felt as if he was seeing his own reflection.
Then, it vanished with a flash, as if it were only an illusion.
But everything had already come to a standstill.
